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Z rolls her eyes at slogans again

We’ve had another brisk trip to Reading, where we found a letter with a hospital appointment for LT, so will have to go back there in a few days’ time. At least it’s not the week before Christmas, we aren’t going to grumble about it.

On the way home, we passed a Mitsubishi garage. “Drive your ambition,” was writ large on the poster. Now, as a life challenge, it does have some meaning, in a buzzwordish sort of way, but as a strapline for a middle-of-the-range car manufacturer (darlings, I trust you noted with appreciation that I didn’t say middle-of-the-road), I’m not very impressed. I’ve nothing against that make of cars and they may well be splendid – I don’t know as I’ve never been in one – but it’s not my absolute ambition to drive one.

Morrison’s, the supermarket, exhorted me to “shop online now.” Not now – or rather, not at the time I read the slogan on the van – because I’m driving. I feel that “shop online today” actually has more punch.

Thinking about these things reminded me of what could well be the worst of the lot. It’s Rightmove. “Find your happy.” Seriously, if I were the sort of Z who does that, I’d want to punch someone.

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2 comments on “Z rolls her eyes at slogans again”

Ha Ha! I had to check the Rightmove strap-line – ‘Find You’re Happy’ makes no sense at all! But it’s ‘Find Your Happy’, I reckon they just dropped ‘Place’ to be trendy.
I don’t have any driving ambition for a Mitsubishi either!!
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The Unobservant Eye of Z

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My husband, Lovely Tim or LT for short (though he is actually tall).
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their daughter is Zerlina Buttercup and their son is Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro married to Dora and their two-year-old is Rufus Russell.
Big Sister: Wink. She lives in Wiltshire, 230 miles away, but we're much closer than that.
We live with our cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. In addition, cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet.
There is an annexe to the house, where Roses lives and her beloved, Lawrence, spends a lot of time there. Her son, Boy, lives there too.

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